Aside from Monkey, the only people Ye Xiwen recognized were Jade-Eyed Golden Toad, the sword-bearing youth, Ten Absolute Saints, Hu Yan Ao Nu, and a few others. Only seven or eight had come in total. Jun Dingtian had not come, nor had Yao Shengqing shown himself. It seemed they had not appeared at all.
A vague guess arose in his heart. Perhaps they were afraid of running into him as well. This was not the Virtual World, where dying did not matter. If they were beaten to death by him here, they would truly be dead beyond all hope of revival.
As it happened, he really did have such thoughts. If he got the chance, he would not mind striking a deadly blow and pulling out the weeds by the roots.
At the center of the grounds stood a youth dressed in magnificent purple robes. Taller than ordinary men, he stood over two meters tall. A pair of fleshy wings was folded behind his back, and his face bore an arrogant expression. His hands were golden, setting him apart from others.
He merely stood there quietly, yet he brought an unprecedented pressure upon everyone. His aura crushed the heroes—nothing more needed to be said.
"Is no one else coming forward for instruction?" The youth swept his gaze over the crowd. Amid his arrogance was a touch of laziness; clearly, he did not take them seriously.
"It seems this is all you amount to. Heh heh!" The purple-robed youth sneered repeatedly, saying nothing more as he prepared to turn around and return to his seat.
Suddenly, a youth leaped out.
"Tu Su Leng of the Slaughter Spirit Teaching requests instruction!" He was even larger than the other youth, standing over three meters tall. Thick fur covered his entire body, gleaming blue